Hidden Home

My stuff is packed I’m off to my home Home-a place I’ve never known I’m an aimless wanderer Headed no place in particular For no place bears my name I’m a late night creeper Constellation keeper The world is my playground My imagination is my motivation The stars are my inspiration I have nowhere to go Yet I feel not alone No need to run or hide From feelings I’ve pushed aside I am but a tireless walker Off to see the wonders of nature And what the world has to offer Cares-not in my possession Fears aren’t there either The faces I meet have no names I only pass in conversation I have only one destination Yet it remains mysterious Hiding behind my emotionless masque I seek for a place Where I can hide A place of my own Somewhere to call home